Chapter Fourteen

His heart beat faster. Arousal entered his body, hardening his cock. Abigail slipped out of her wedding gown, wearing garters, stockings, a white thong, and nothing else. That night had been like their first time all over again.

Only better. They knew what they were doing.

You must obey me, Damien...

Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they first moved into their house.

I will be obeyed, Damien ... I am your Dam. I brought you back into this world...

Abigail lay in the bath tub, naked, her breasts peaking over the hot, steaming water. Lust burned in her green eyes. Her foot broke the surface, pink from the water's heat. Her toes wiggled, inviting him into the trap.

Obey me, Damien.

Her voice cracked through his mind. The ichor had sunk into every cell of his body. The transformation was complete. Her commands wrapped about his mind. There was no escaping them. She was his Dam.

I ... obey ... you...

Damien's eyes opened and he saw for the first time.

Britney Lawson's mother returned from the house, the white apron she wore stained with tomato sauce. Bruiser had been a bad dog again, and had tried to attack the skunk.

"Who was it?" Britney asked as she rubbed the tomato sauce into the golden Labrador's soft fur. The dog panted, his tongue out, not caring that he was being covered in sauce.

The tomatoes smelled far better than the skunk he had played with.

"Abigail's family," Mrs. Lawson answered. She knelt down. "They don't know what happened to her. She went out before sunset last night and never came back to the hospital or her mother's house."

"Oh, she's back home," Britney smiled. "I saw Damien this morning when he got home from the airport. Said her mom was fine and she had come on home."

Mrs. Lawson frowned. "That's not the impression I got. They were worried. She didn't tell them she was coming back."

"Damien was pretty sure she was home." Britney glanced up at the D'Angelo's house. On the third floor, their bedroom curtains were pulled shut. "I think they're getting busy."

"Britney," laughed her mom. "You shouldn't say that."

"Their curtains are pulled tight, you know what that means," Britney smirked at her mom.

Britney's cheeks were flushed. She had had a crush on Damien since she was fifteen. He was strong, handsome, and bold. He was a man, not like the boys at her High School. Britney was glad to be done with High School.

I'm an adult. I can find me a real man know. She sighed. Shame Damien is taken.

The young woman had thought about seducing Damien in the past, but she knew how much he loved his wife. Plus, Britney liked Abigail and it felt wrong to try and seduce her husband away. Even if Damien would make my first time magical.

A chill wind suddenly gusted from the D'Angelo's house. Bruiser let out a low growl, and Britney gasped at the shock. Her mother frowned. "Strange. It's such a warm day. Where did that come from?"

"I don't know," Britney frowned as she went to fetch the hose. She glanced at the house and furrowed her eyebrows. What was going on in their bedroom?

"I'll finish with Bruiser," Mrs. Lawson said. "Why don't you go pump. I bet you're getting full."

Britney nodded. A year ago, her mother had a baby but had issues nursing. So to help her mother out, Britney went through the steps to induce lactation in her own large tits. Now that her sibling was weaning off breast milk, she was discovering a side business of selling her milk to a wealthy woman who couldn't be bother breastfeeding her child but didn't trust formula.

It would help for college in the fall.

She walked into the house to fetch her pump. Another cold wind blew and she was glad to be in the house.

Damien eyes were wide. Everything seemed so much sharper and brighter. There were far more colors than he had ever noticed before. Their bed cover, which he used to think of as solid blue, had variations in its dyed fibers that darkened and lightened the hue. Light reflected off metal shimmered with rainbow opulence.

The metal restraints he dangled from bit into his flesh. There was no pain. Damien could feel the grain of the metal. What was smooth to the touch felt coarse to him. He breathed in, his nose dissecting a thousand different scents: wood, paint, cloth, carpet, perfume, Abigail, musk, water, blood, dust.

His Dam stepped into the room, naked and lovely. Her hair was a shimmer of reds falling about the light pink of her skin. Her breasts jiggled as she walked towards him, her hips rolling. His cock ached for her.

"My Dam," he moaned, straining to break free of the manacles so he could fall to his feet and worship her.

"Damien," she purred, her voice a symphony of delights caressing his ear. She stopped before him. Her hand touched his stomach, sliding up him. A hot flush rippled across his skin. His cock grew harder, brushing her stomach.

"Let me go," he moaned. "Please. Let us hunt together. Let us feed. Let me worship you as you drink."